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Torvil did take note that his clothes were miracously dry by the time he got halfway to his room, so he made a beline for the temple instead.

Well it really wasn't a temple, it was more along the lines of a cavern with several totems carved out of the walls and places to leave offerings, but really now, religon is religon, and it was their temple.

Finding the Priestess was easy, what actually surprised Torvil was the fact that the High Priestess was there as well as her daughter that day. Holding Morgana in his arms he knelt and bowed his head. "Revered one," He said, his voice low.

The High Priestess turned her head to look at the couple and smiled, barely genuflecting herself. "Child, what are you doing here?"

"Revered one, I have come to join my fate with this womans, to be two as one," He spoke, keeping his head low.

"Her father has consented?" The High Priestess asked.

"Her father has... Not consented, but has not been present to ask for consent..." Torvil faltered chewing his bottom lip in frustration.

"Mother," The Priestess said, tugging on the High Priestess' robe. "Have they not gone through enough strife this day?" She looked at Torvil with mournful eyes. "This man is brave and strong and has been through much, please Mother, let him be one with this woman." Her voice was heavy with caring.

The High Priestess nodded her head slowly. "So shall it be then, you have my blessing..." With that she bowed her head slightly again and left the three before the totem of the great Ivory Dragon.

Torvil rose to his feet and pulled Morgana close to him. He didn't care so much about ceremony at this point, he just wanted to be married now.

It was more than past due he thought.

"Thank you," Torvil said to the Priestess, moving over to her and taking her hands, he kissed her and bowed his head. "Will you bless me sister?"

The look in the Priestess eyes should have been very familiar to Morgana, as it was the same look that Torvil gave her daily. She did not speak at first, but nodded, placing her hand upon the back of Torvil's head.

The blessing she gave him was in the tongue of the ancestors. When it was done, Torvil lifted his head and kissed her forehead. "Thank you sister."

The Priestess smiled, tears were forming in the corners of her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away, feigning dust.

She turned to Morgana and smiled. Her eyes were jealous but you could tell that she was not about to do anything untoward. She moved to Morgana and smiled. "May I bless you sister?"

"Dra Naes Ter, Kul'theram tar vel de, ka'sed be her that becomes one of us, and may she understand what words I speak, may she be strong, may she know only happiness." The Priestess intoned as she touched the back of her head gently, even lovingly. When she was done, she lifted Morgana's head and kissed her softly. "Welcome home sister," She smiled. Her eyes shining brightly.

The Jealously was gone perhaps, or perhaps pushed aside, it was impossible to tell.

Torvil smiled and moved to Morgana smiling. "Welcome beloved to my home," He said, sounding dreadfully formal.

He sure wasn't speaking Common.

Torvil smiled. "Of course you do mine beloved, you have been blessed knowing what all born of the dragon soon learn, it is only fitting, no?" It was a very formal language, and it sounded very strange coming from Torvil's mouth, he was of course, a very casual man.

"Sister," Torvil said turning his attention to the Priestess. "Shall we begin the ceremony, my beloved and I have waited ever so long, and we do so wish to finish this with great haste,"

"Surely," The Priestess said bowing her head. "Thou art a strong and wise man, this woman shall be a great match for you," The Priestess said, smiling at Morgana and taking her hands, leading her to the idol and placing her hands upon it. "Morgana, know now your god,"

Torvil smiled, and placed his hands upon Morgana's, the Priestess then placing her hands upon his.

"Know thine god for true," They both said, and keeping Morgana's hands there they smiled as the idol began to warm.

And Morgana would have a vision of the Great Ivory Dragon rearing up before her, it's white wings shining in the sun, it's claws sharp and it's teeth bared. It roared triumphantly and reached forth a claw to her.

"Will thee give it thine heart?" Torvil intoned, his voice deep. "Will thee give it worship?"

This did not please the Dragon. It was not a powerful deity, in fact, not even a deity at all, but a spirit of a ounce proud creature. But that didn't mean it didn't have the power to retaliate.

It snapped at the bloodstone, the idol turning hot, the heat causing both the priestess and Torvil to quickly pull away in pain from Morgana's hands as she suddenly became superheated.

Child of Sin hear me now... The voice was deep and rumbling. Hurt my children and thou shalt taste my wrath. I will share her with thee, if thou but leave her be.

Granted it was a spirit of immense power, but it was not a god. But it was doing all it could to keep the damage to Morgana minimal. It DID want her to increase the population. Given time, it might gain enough worshipers to gain godhood! It couldn't have this little monster destroying that chance!

What say you Sin child? Do I have to chastise thee?

The Priestess's eyes were wide and she had a hand covering her mouth. The other was hanging limply at her side it's palm was badly burned as she had tried to help Morgana but had been hurt in the process, she had not known her ability to absorb temperature.

Torvil was watching Morgana for the most part, making sure she was okay, once he was sure that the pain had passed he moved close enough to feel the heat radiating from her.

"Your Talisman upset the Dragon Spirit," The High Priestess said from behind the three," She reached out and murmured a few soothing words to the idol, placing her hand on it's super heated stone, and was not burned. She kissed it softly before looking to Morgana. "Whatever deal the spirit has struck with your talisman must be upheld..." She rested her ear against the stone and nodded slowly, her eyes becoming bemused.

"How strange..." She said, reaching out and touching the hand that Morgana held the stone in. "Such a small thing with immense power... It desires what all living things desire... Love it child, love it as you love your god..." She kissed Morgana's forhead gently and strolled away.

The Priestess shook her head and moved over to gently lay a hand on the idol, she smiled to find that it was not hot anymore. "Shall we finish the ceremony?" She asked, speaking in the common tongue now.

Torvil smiled and nodded, moving to Morgana and placing his hand over hers. "Yes love, I am ready..." He kissed her softly and then turned to the Priestess.

As it turned out the marriage ceremony was rather simple.

"Do thou wish to be as one?"

Torvil smiled. "Yes, I do."

The Priestess smiled and looked to Morgana. "And do thee wish to join with this man, who shall love thee and care for thee until the day that thou both art gone?"

Torvil was grinning like a fool.